Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Back cover synposis The Lines We Cross. Maybe.

Back from the wars, once again.

After long years of doing bad things to
worse people, doing government work without the retirement package,
all Jebediah Shaw wanted was to visit his family, and enjoy a nice,
quiet high lonesome in a dark bar. He had heavy things to
contemplate, while recharging his long drained batteries.

It was all going better than expected,
until violence interrupted his minor binge, embroiling those around
him in a conspiracy spread across lines of class, age, and race. One
generations in the making.

He doesn't want any part of it.

He didn't come home for this.

These things aren't supposed to happen
here.

Jeb Shaw is a violent man. He gets paid
to do what he does in the dark corners of the world, far away from
the people he cares about. The innocent life they lead is something
he cherishes. But he is a warrior.

A violent man with a code.

And when violent men without a code
retaliate against those he loves, there is little doubt what he'll
do.

In a city on the brink, with decades
old cultural conflicts coming to a head, a drug cartel with
aspirations of Reconquesta, false flags, scheming politicians, a
police force bound by bureaucracy and corruption, and idealistic
activists each playing their own game, Jeb will take matters into his
own hands. In order to keep those he loves and the city they live in
safe, unravel the conspiracy, and find those responsible, there is
nothing he won't do.

About Me

I'm a functionally alcoholic writer and gun nut. I love weaponry, strong booze, good food, and women that say yes. A former paratrooper, I served in Iraq with Eco 51st LRS. I miss being being a soldier, around soldiers, and doing the job everyday of my life. I do not miss the fucking Army. Fuck a whole bunch of that bullshit. This blog is where I will post my thoughts, feelings, and random musings on the subjects that interest me. For those who are just meeting me, I am a work in progress, but maybe not as much as I once was. If you think I'm a mess now, you should have met me a couple years ago. There will be a lot on here about guns, knives, and self defense. I love and respect dogs more than I do people. I support gun rights, knife rights, gay rights, and my right to shoot people who abuse dogs in the face. I go back and forth with women's rights. Just kidding. Lighten up. I have precious few morals but a real strict code. If you can't wrap your head around that, just go ahead and fuck right on off.